Oh Sweet Mystery of Life At Last I've Found You . . .

I have a new man in my life, as as you can see, he's quite a looker. His name is Iain Alvarez. I won't lie to you--it was his stunning good looks that drew me to him in the first place. But we've been shacked up together for over a week, and we're making beautiful music together . . . Well, More him than me, of course. But I'm happy to ride his coat-tails.

X-Mas in Michigan

Anyone remember the "nephews in a box?" Look at them now.

Kyle was a drummer in the high school jazz band and now plays a variety of intstruments. Next fall he plans to go to college on the west side of the state, near Lake Michigan.


Zachary is now too long for the frame. He's grown 6 inches since school started this fall. I remember Christmases when we begged them to go back to sleep. This year I'd finished my third cup of coffee before we were able to roust Zak. He's a sophomore in high school with interests in video games, tennis and he's about to venture into creative writing.


Ray and Carol: Still cute after all these years. This is Carol's last Christmas of her 70's. They are making noises about staying in the sub-tropics for future holidays.

I'm not that sure about alot of things,

but I do know this, men really seem to like gravy.

Library Staff Member Comes Up with Myriad Excuses in Article and Flurry of Comment Posting

Normally I just let these things run their course. As a fellow librarian in Rapid City will tell you, we are a reserved people who don't go in for grand-standing and displays of attention-seeking behavior. But when libraries and their employees are improperly maligned, it's just gone too far. I decided I have to step in and make some badly needed adjustments.

I haven't been holding out on any storylines and/or pics concerning a much-mentioned Muskrat and Pheasant. I think I told everyone where they could see pictures of the two shining examples of taxidermy and fashion potential when I was first gainfully employed at this institution, ie the Vermillion Public Library website, ie here: http://vpl.sdln.net/meet_muskrat_and_pheasant.htm

And for historical accuracy, it is spelled Musky and the Pheas. And yes it is true that it issung to Chico and the Man, not Benny and the Jets, as some people insist on doing.

Also, as Mully can attest, I had some technical 'problem's with posting that 'mysteriously happened' shortly after my return from Florida. Somehow my account invitation 'expired' and I wasn't able to post anything. I only very recently regained this ability . . Interesting that this should happen shortly before I was able to reveal all about my time in the land of sock-free living . . . Mully insists it had nothing to do with her. And, honestly, what had she to gain by it . . . So . . . who would benefit the most by silencing me . . . .? The evidence remains unclear.

As far as our musical projects - honestly, as the artist I can't be expected to also promote. Surely that' our cataloger's/manager's role.

Also, I have been maintaining a high-profile on my MySpace page (here if it is for proof: http://www.myspace.com/suspiciouslypleased), which takes up a LOT of my time. It's time-consuming constantly reassuring Depeche Mode, and Jarvis Cocker and the Furureheads and Editors and Franz Ferdinand and Derren Brown that I really am their friend, above and beyond MySpace. Creative people are so sensitive.

And those are my reasons.